Well, it took me about a year to accomplish one of my biggest dreams, and it only shows signs of getting better...

I AM NOW A ROCK JOURNALIST.

Seriously, I'm now one of the reviewers of kludgemagazine.com. At present it's just a webzine, but it sounds like that's going to change. Not only am I reviewing CDs, but also going to be covering live performances and stuff.

Do not speak to us of the greatness of poetry, Of the torches wisping in the underground, Of the structure of vaults upon a point of light. There are no shadows in our sun, Day is desire and night is sleep. There are no shadows anywhere.

Do not speak to us of the greatness of poetry, Of the torches wisping in the underground, Of the structure of vaults upon a point of light. There are no shadows in our sun, Day is desire and night is sleep. There are no shadows anywhere.

Do not speak to us of the greatness of poetry, Of the torches wisping in the underground, Of the structure of vaults upon a point of light. There are no shadows in our sun, Day is desire and night is sleep. There are no shadows anywhere.